Please do read this....

Woah, as not to get too deep or sorry-sappya la my last post ("deep" is being used veryliberally!) I'll reveal a few more lolalitafactoids that are much more fun. Warning:In some of these factoids it may appear thatI am bragging because I AM bragging! You would to if it happened to you--don't lie! Oh, andafter this we will return to our regularly scheduled (i.e. day-to-day-shit) posts.

---I grew up in a 250 year old housewhere it is rumoured George Washington stayedas well as Dwight Eisenhower. Hence myfascination with archeology as a child. Never did find those false teeth. I did, however,find our septic tank, yummy!

---I own a pair of heirloom underware. Yes, that's right, my great grandmother's panties!No, I don't wear them because the ass is streached out to all eternity. But, they are very smooth silk and I only wish I could find a new duplicate pair today. My grandma gives away stuff, and I can't resist free stuff. Plus I can be a dorky ass, (exhibit A-this journal) and brag (?) about owning heirloon undies!

--My father runs an music store (now mostly parts and vintage hifi). AND....drumroll...it is named after me. No, not lolalita.That's not my real name, suckas!

--I've met Iron Maiden, ZZ Top and The Hooters.(#1 SupaBrag, #2 Brag, #3 ahh, well it was fun in the 80's!)